I thought that this was a very good image to finish 'Impulses' with. Enjoy the final chapter of my very first Fleur/Hermione fanfic!

Whispering our goodbyes, waiting for a train
I was dancing with my baby in the summer rain
I can hear her saying nothing will change
Come dance with me baby in the summer rain
I remember the rain on our skin
And her kisses hotter than the Santa Ana winds
Whispering our goodbyes, waiting for a train
I was dancing with my baby in the summer rain

I remember laughing till we almost cried
There at the station that night
I remember looking in her eyes

Fleur reached over to tap Hermione on the shoulder. She ducked her head around behind a first year to hide her face, muffling a giggle.

Hermione whipped her head around and stared at an empty space in confusion. She shrugged and resumed lecturing Ron about leaving his room in a mess for the House Elves to clean up.

'Honestly Ron! Have you no… What? Who IS that?' demanded Hermione.

Fleur couldn't hold in her giggles and was revealed as Hermione found her.

'Fleur, what are you doing? Act your age!' scolded Hermione, a smile giving her away.

'Oh? And I suppose you will be the one to make me do so?' jibed Fleur.

Hermione replied with a chaste kiss to her cheek.

'What? Is that all?' complained Fleur.

Hermione rolled her eyes and glanced about, making sure that the other hundreds of students were preoccupied with their own matters.

Fleur ignored all others and pushed her lips against Hermione's.

It started to sprinkle; Hermione gave Fleur an angry look.

'You made it rain! But, I like the rain, so you're forgiven,' commented Hermione.

Fleur giggled again and grasped her hands, leading Hermione in a dance around on the platform.

They laughed and were frantically dancing about, trying to avoid stepping on other people's feet. Harry and Ron shook their heads.

'Man, girls just don't understand the meaning of embarrassment, do they?' asked Ron.

Harry shrugged but couldn't avoid smiling, the girls' laughter contagious.

'Well, I won't begrudge them any happiness,' replied Harry.

Ron nodded in understanding.

Again, Fleur leant down to kiss Hermione, who was in the throes of a good time, so she didn't care about anyone watching. The rain was still sprinkling, but a little harder now. Fleur's blouse was drenched and Hermione's hair was matted.

Fleur ran her hands through Hermione's hair carefully, placing soft kisses on Hermione's neck. Hermione put her hands on Fleur's face and dragged her face up for a passionate kiss. Which were followed by many more, sensuous and hot kisses. Ron and Harry had to turn away, with red faces.

'When is the train coming,' hissed Ron.

Harry shrugged, 'I dunno, but I hope it comes soon! Watching those two is really, unnerving. They're both wet…'

Again, the boys blushed tremendously, but laughed out loud when Neville came to say hi, and saw Hermione and Fleur in another fervent kissing session. Neville had promptly passed out. Trevor hopped about croaking and sat on the unconscious Neville's face.

Oh my love it's you that I dream of
Oh my love, since that day
Somewhere in my heart I'm always dancing with you in the summer rain
Doesn't matter what I do now
Doesn't matter what I say
Somewhere in my heart I'm always dancing with you in the summer rain

Hermione smiled and held Fleur close, 'I wish we could stay here forever.'

'Oui, and I wish that too, ma chere, but we must return home at some stage,' replied Fleur, her voice husky.

Hermione nuzzled Fleur's neck. Fleur tickled Hermione who laughed out loud, clamping her hand over her face and glared at Fleur who winked at her.

'Oh, mes amie, it's wonderful to hear you laugh. Don't hide it,' purred Fleur, latching an arm around Hermione's waist.

'Visit me in the holidays?' whispered Hermione.

Fleur beamed at her, 'I would be delighted to, 'Ermione.'

'Good. Send me an owl when you get home and I'll send you the details,' replied Hermione resolutely.

'Oui, I shall,' agreed Fleur.

I can hear the whistle, military train
I was dancing with my baby, in the summer rain
I can hear her saying Ooh love is strange
Come dance with me baby, in the summer rain
I remember the rain pouring down
And we poured our hearts out as the train pulled out
I can see my baby waving from the train
It was the last time that I saw her in the summer rain

The Hogwarts Express slowed down as it approached the station, letting out a sharp whistle to announce its arrival proudly.

'It's 'ere,' murmured Fleur, hugging Hermione again tightly.

Hermione glanced over Fleur's shoulder at the red engine.

'So it is,' replied Hermione, reluctantly letting go of her girlfriend.

With her face streaked with her soaked locks, Hermione pulled Fleur in for another passion filled kiss. Taking no notice of the many other faces pressed against the misty windows, they broke apart slowly, relishing each other's soft, sweet lips.

'I will miss you, ma chere,' said Fleur.

'I and you,' replied Hermione, taking hold of her take on luggage.

Just before she stepped onto the carriage, she waved to Fleur, who in turn blew her a kiss. Hermione touched her cheek acknowledging it.

Hermione raced into the carriage which Ron and Harry had occupied, she dropped her bag and raced to the window, pulling it open. Fleur rushed to the window before the train started to leave.

'Je t'aime 'Ermione! I love you,' exclaimed Fleur, just touching Hermione's hand for the last time as the train pulled out of the station.

CHORUS
Oh my love it's you that I dream of
Oh my love, since that day
Somewhere in my heart I'm always dancing with you in the summer rain
Doesn't matter what I do now
Doesn't matter what I say
Somewhere in my heart I'm always dancing with you in the summer rain

Harry and Ron glanced at each other, a smile forming on each face. They burst out laughing.

'What?' asked Hermione angrily.

'Well, you've just been told that you are loved in front of everyone who was listening and watching. Which probably is the whole school!' exclaimed Ron.

'So?' asked Hermione.

'Well, you know, you ARE only 14, she's what? 17? Hermione! There's a three age gap between you two!' replied Ron.

'Don't forget that not everyone is as understanding as us, the fact that you two are girls,' added Harry.

Hermione stared hard at them.

'Hey! Don't look at us like that, we're just warning you,' said Harry.

Hermione rolled her eyes and pulled them into a hug.

Ron coughed, as Hermione had hooked him around his neck.

'OH! I'm so sorry Ron!' exclaimed Hermione, letting go frantically.

'Nah, s'ok. You're happy, right?' gasped Ron, massaging his neck.

Harry and Hermione laughed, then Ron joined in.

The lady with the trolley full of food, rapped on their door announcing the names of the many wonderful snacks she had. Harry and Ron rushed to get some galleons and sickles out.

Hermione sighed at them and turned to look out the window, placing her hand on her lips, reliving the last kiss she and Fleur had shared. She closed her eyes and relived their short little dances, once at the Yule ball, another in the classroom and just then in the platform. She smiled as she remembered Fleur's wide smile, flashing beautiful teeth and hair streaked across her face. Hermione made a mental note to try and get Fleur in the rain again, alone by themselves though, of course. It had been a little unnerving with all those people watching, but they were in love.

What else do love stricken people do? Exclaimed their love; that was for sure.

Hermione did frown a little, when Harry had mention their ages. All this time, Hermione had not thought about it. She was sure, that even though they loved each other, and even though her parents were quite understanding, they might not like the idea of their daughter dating ANYONE 3 years older than her.

Hermione screwed up her brow and thought to herself, "It doesn't matter."

Every time I see the lightening
Every time I hear the thunder
Every time I close the window
When this happens in summer
Oh the night is so inviting
I can feel that you are so close
I can feel you when the wind blows
Blows right through my heart

Arriving at the station, Hermione bid Harry and Ron goodbye, promising to write. She spotted her parents and raced towards her father, leaping into his open arms.

'Hermione! My baby! You've grown!' exclaimed Mr Granger, beaming.

Hermione flashed her own pearly whites back at him.

'Ah, you've kept you teeth nice and healthy I see, wonderful! It's great to see you again, honey,' greeted Mrs Granger.

'Mum, Dad. Can I have my friend over in the holidays? And I don't mean Harry or Ron,' asked Hermione.

'Well sure, wait. Boy or girl?' asked her father suspiciously.

Hermione laughed, 'A girl of course! Her name is Fleur. She's French, we met when our school hosted the TriWizard Tournament, which combines two other schools with ours. The Beauxbatons and the Durmstrangs!'

Her father held up his hand, 'Slow down, sugar! Okay, she can come over, but you'll have to wait till we get home to tell us more about the tournament!'

A slight twinge of pain hit Hermione's heart as she thought about the last thing that happened at the tournament, she closed her eyes as she remembered the pain she felt as she heard Amos Diggory's wail of despair when he'd realised that his son was dead. She had clutched Fleur's arm and desperately pleaded her to find Dumbledore to tell him of Moody, or rather Barty Crouch Jr,'s deceit.

Hermione's mother pulled her out of her daymare (day time nightmare) with a concerned hug, 'Are you alright, dear?'

'Yes, mother, I'm fine. It's good to be back,' replied Hermione, pushing away the horrid thoughts.

Arriving home, Hermione dragged her things upstairs and opened her window, sitting on the sill, sighing as the wind breezed, lifting her hair and dropping it again.

Fleur had managed to convince Madame Maxime to allow her to farewell Hermione before they left.

'Fleur! If you do not hurry, we shall leave you here!' exclaimed Madame Maxime.

Fleur giggled as she raced to the carriage, sitting herself down next to Gabrielle.

'Fleur! Why are we only leaving now? The Durmstrang ship left ages ago!' commented Gabrielle.

'I had an important person I had to say goodbye to. I'm sorry I made you wait,' apologised Fleur.

'Don't apologise to me, apologise to the other girls when we get back to school,' replied Gabrielle, rolling her eyes.

Fleur nodded and sighed mightily.

'You do know that you are soaking wet, right?' asked Gabrielle, squirming, trying not to touch her wet older sister.

Fleur laughed and grasped Gabrielle in a hug, sending her wet hair flying about, splattering the other girls around them with droplets. The girls squealed but join in the laughter as Gabrielle made scandalized gasps and tried to escape from Fleur's strong arms.

'Let me go! AH! Fleur! You're getting me WET!' exclaimed Gabrielle angrily.

Fleur chuckled again before releasing her younger sister.

As the carriage made an upturn the horses dodged a thunderbolt, eliciting surprise gasps from the girls within. Fleur's hand shot out to catch Gabrielle.

The storm rumbled and the rain poured down, beating at the top of the magnificent carriage. Fleur dried herself with a towel and she sat watching the rain splash the window, thinking of buying Hermione an owl of her own. Then she wondered if it would get along with Hermione's cat, Crookshanks.

Oh my love it's you that I dream of
Oh my love, since that day
Somewhere in my heart I'm always dancing with you in the summer rain
Every night and every day now
Though I know you've gone anyway
Somewhere in my heart I'm always dancing with you in the summer rain

Although in different parts of the world, Hermione and Fleur thought of each other constantly. In the morning as they woke, during the day and at night in their dreams. Fleur often had nightmares about the possibility of Hermione dying during the tournament, but she never took the dreams seriously, because she knew she could protect her girlfriend.

Hermione did have the occasional nightmare too, but was much more troubled by them. At such a young age, Hermione was a strong young girl, but youth did tend to keep you terrified of things you didn't understand. And Hermione, a girl who loved books and knowledge tried to read every book she found that explained dreams, however none could explain her dreams. Muggles had never experienced anything that she and the rest of Hogwarts had experienced this year.

Fleur sent Hermione an owl, her own, Gareth. Hermione replied within two days. Fleur would arrive at Kings Cross station and Hermione and her parents would pick her up. There was unfortunately, no fireplace at the Grangers'.

Hermione had finished her letter with, " I can't wait to see you. I love you. Yours only, Hermione"

Fleur had clutched the letter to her breast and smiled.

Oh my love it's you that I dream of
Oh my love, since that day
Somewhere in my heart I'm always dancing with you in the summer rain
Doesn't matter what I do now
Doesn't matter what I say
Somewhere in my heart I'm always dancing with you in the summer rain

I'm not happy with how I've ended this, but it is finished none the less. I just felt that we had to have them actually go home, not just leave it at Hermione waving good bye to Fleur from the train.

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I shall be writing some other fics soon. One named "From Paris To Berlin"

Happy Easter everyone!